Loneliness is the smallest unit of freedom

Loneliness is the smallest unit of freedom Recently, I have been sandwiched between hiking and reading, so I let the fairy waterfall and 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' collide in my time unit! 'One Hundred Years of Solitude': No matter where you go, you should remember that the past is false, memory is a road without an end, all past springs no longer exist, even that tenacious and crazy love, in the final analysis, is just a fleeting reality, only loneliness is eternal! But I want to say: go to the fairy waterfall for a lonely romance! The white of the fairy waterfall projects a touch of melancholy blue! Its magnetic field is cold! Cold, beautiful, and refreshing